Looking mistrustfully at the spot War Scribe had just vacated, Zak wondered what she was up to...hearing the woman who had, not two hours before, been screaming for her death now all concerned about her health was ironic, to say the lieast...perhaps she just wanted to get on with her training?
Or perhaps she wanted her new "assistant" to get healthy again...Zak scowled at the thought.
But now there was a far more pressing matter surrounding her. She looked up at them all silently, resisting the urge to fall back again and just play dead. She cleared her throat a little nervously. "I am Zakiyah, a Lorekeeper of the Realm," she said in her dignified voice, dispite the fact that her appearance was hardly dignified at all. Blood still stained the silk of her choli blouse and skirts, and the gold-embroidered red sari that covered the large rip over her heart was crinkled and dirty. She would have tried to stand, but it wouldn't have done to give them the amusement of watching her fall over...
